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strawberries cherries: iv

pairing: kylo ren x fem!reader

synopsis: tired of your attitude, kylo finally puts you in your place

chapter warnings: SMUT 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mean!kylo, degrading, hair pulling, fingering, NO AFTERCARE, angst

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Today, unlike literally every other day, you did not want to go into work. You used to be so excited and you loved what you did, but after what was happening with Kylo you were, well, embarrassed. Sure he was teasing you and he probably wanted you as much as you wanted him.

But what if he was being honest with his feedback? What if he’s a bad communicator and you were actually making him uncomfortable?

You weren’t sure what to do with yourself. It was never your intention to make anyone uncomfortable. You had debated whether or not to call out, but you knew Kylo would use that as an excuse to shame you even more. Reluctantly, you got ready, moving slower than you usually do. You were technically 10 minutes behind schedule, but that was your typical schedule and today is not a typical day.

You lazily got ready, barely bringing yourself to brush your teeth and skipping over your skincare in general. You opted out of makeup, settling on mascara and tinted lipbalm. Your outfit is all dark browns and blacks, baggy, and very modest, hoping to bring as little attention to yourself as possible.

You sauntered out of your apartment the same time your usual train left but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You would just take the next one and be 10 minutes late. Who gives a fuck?

When you finally got to the office you were the last person in their seat when you’re usually the first. Poe looked at you, eyes filled with concern when you stepped off the elevator. He mouthed a small “you ok?” as you walked to your seat. Not wanting to delve into all of your problems, you just nodded with a tight smile.

Zoning out the rest of the world, you logged into your computer and hoped you could just stay there for the rest of the day and get some real work done this week. Of course the devil always had other plans for you.

The harshness of your last name coming from a deep voice coming from behind you brought you back to the reality of your place in your office. Without saying anything or looking at anyone, you sighed heavily, roughly stood up, and brushed past Ren into his open office door. You knew this was going to happen but you just could not bring yourself to care today.

Keeping your eyes on the objects around his office, not on him, you were just going to sit through getting scolded with a brave face and wait it out until you could go back to work.

“Mind explaining to me why you were ten minutes late to work?” His tone was harsh and although you weren’t looking at him you could feel the fire in his eyes burning into the skin of your cheek. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, little girl.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back all retaliations and shook your head at the wall next to you, refusing to give in to him.

“Fine. Don’t look at me,” he hissed. “But I expect a fucking answer instead of this attitude.”

“Nothing,” you cried, not meaning your voice to sound as shaky as it did. His eyebrows raised, not expecting you to be emotional. “I’ll stay late and make up my work, please. May I be excused now?” Your voice dwindled down until there was barely a whisper leaving your lips by the end.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he released as a sigh heavy enough to move mountains.

You gave him nothing in return and slid out his door to your desk, ignoring all of the leering eyes questioning you.

Kylo Ren, being surprisingly empathetic for him, could see that there was actually something wrong and decided to not toy with you for the rest of the work day. It gnawed at the back of his brain for the rest of the day, however, and his skin was itching to know what put you in such a bad mood.

He was able to go on the full day leaving you alone but his patience was slowly eroding and he couldn’t hold on much longer. He was starting to miss teasing you. The way you would get all fluster and twitch under his stare was what was motivating him to complete his first week of work. He loved the way confidence would tingle down your spine as you tried to gain dominance over him. It moved him to tease you even more than you deserved and now he was kind of sad he had to go a day without it.

He decided to stay late with you, wait for everyone to be out of the office before he got to confronting you. He waited, leaning against the doorframe of his office, watching all of his employees file into the elevator and out of the office, leaving you and him alone. He glanced around, making sure you guys were alone before disrupting your peace.

“Ok, let up, what’s wrong?” he questioned, his frustration evident in his voice.

Your shoulders tighten as if there was suddenly an intruder in your house. “Nothing.” Quick and simple.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed, not buying your obvious lie. “A complete change in character totally insuates nothing is wrong.”

“Why can’t you just believe me and leave me alone?” You swivled your desk chair to turn and face him, your eyebrows furrowed and a purse on your lips.

“Because, I refuse to work in an environment where my employees think insubordanince is a proper response to being sexually attracted to me.”

“Oh please,” it was your turn to scoff. “I am not sexually attracted to you. Not any kind of attracted to you for that matter.”

“That statement would hold more power if you could look at me, pet,” he rolled his eyes, seeing through your obvious fib.

You looked at him directly in the eyes and hardened your glare. Even though you found him attractive, obviously so, you refuse to go down without a fight. “I do not, not now, not yesterday, not ever, find you attractive in any way shape or form, sir.”

He stepped closer to your chair until the toe of his shoes were touching yours. He placed his hand on the back of your chair and tipped it back, forcing you to lean back and look at his face directly above yours. His eyes scanned the entirety of your face, making more than one stop at your lips. “Your blushing, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fu-”

He cut you off before you could finish cursing him out by pressing his lips against yours in a fit of rage. He let go of the back of your chair and brought his hands down to pinch the sides of your waist. You started standing, pushing the shair your were sitting in as far back as it could go. Not accounting for the sudden lack of stability, he pushed you back a few feet into Poe’s desk with the force of his kiss. You brought a hand behind you to brace the sudden contact to the desk.

Finally pulling away from you for air, he looked at you with mischievous eyes. “If kissing was all it took to get you to shut the fuck up, I would’ve done it already.”

You scowled at his intsistant need to be an asshole and opened your mouth just to tell him that but he beat you to it, kissing you again. The hands on your waist drop to your hips, wrapping around to grab the whole of your ass and push your pelvice against his, his already hard cock prominent against your lower stomach.

“Feel what you do to me, pet? Finally get to put you in your place after acting like a bitch all fucking week,” he growled against your lips. He used the wave of momentum he gained from a grope of your ass to lift you up and place you on Poe’s desk. You mumbles something against his lips but he wasn’t able to hear you. “Don’t mumble, pet, speak like you mean it.”

You pulled all the way away from him and stared into his eyes with the same fire he held. “I wasn’t being a bitch, you’re just a fucking narrsisist.”

“That right?” he smirked at you. He rolled your maxi skirt up in his hands and pushed it up until it was at your upper thigh. “So if I touch your little cunt right now, you wouldn’t be wet right?” You pouted and shook your head, knowing full well you there was a puddle in your panties.

He raised an eyebrow and slid one of the hands on your thigh up to the junction where your hip and thigh meet. You shook your head at him in stuttered movements, silently begging him not to check you on it but that only encouraged him to go further.

His thumb rested perfectly against your throbbing whole, where your panties had dampened the most. He tisked, thumb rubbing up and down against you slowly. “What kind of whore do you have to be to get this fucking wet from your boss scolding you?”

“Not a whore,” your voice quaking more than ever from the stimulation against your cunt.

“That so?” he teased. “Go on then. Whores fuck the people in charge of them so you probably shouldn’t.” He began removing his hand from under your skirt, but you were quick to grab his forearm with both hands and bring it back towards you. He laughed at your sudden boldness, but succumbed to your needs nonetheless.

He picked his hand up to your stomach, dipping his thumb below the waistband of your panties and back to your fluttering hole. Your thighs shook at the sudden contact with his cold hand mixed with your warmth.

“Fff your hands are cold,” you whimper, grip on his arm tightening.

“Yeah?” his tone was higher like he was as turned on as you were. “Want me to stop?”

You shook your head fiercely, giving the obvious impression that you did not want him to stop anytime soon. Your desperation amused him immensely and he continued with his movements. “That’s right, ‘cause your my fucking slut, aren’t you?”

The little ‘yessir’ you moaned irritated his strong exterior that was holding his composure together. He yanked down your panties, effectively yanking his arm out of your grip. Your hands moved to his shoulders instead, your hold on them just as tight.

This time when he brought his hand to your heated center, his thumb went straight to your clit, rubbing tight circles there. Your hands bunched his shirt together and your knees lifted, naturally giving him better access as small moans left your mouth.

“Aww, that feel good?” he chuckled at you, and you nodded at him in return with a now typical yessir that made him groan at the sound. “Fuck when’s the last time you’ve been touched like this? You’re so sensitive.”

You shook your head, too embarrassed to admit the multiple years you’ve spent having to pleasure yourself so you just muttered ‘long time’ along with your moans and whimpers.

He seemed satisified with your answer. He rotated his wrist so that he could continue his stimulation against your clit and force his pointer and middle into your tight cunt. You whined at the sudden pressure, not expecting him to stretch you out so much with just his fingers.

“So tight for such a slut,” he smiled when you tightened around his fingers from his degrading. “Bet my fingers are bigger than yours huh?”

You nodded, little tufts of air panting from your lips. “Feel so full, fuck.”

“Imagine how full you’ll feel stuffed by my cock, pet. Make you dumb fucking you, gotta be careful.”

You moaned louder at his words and soon you were tumbling towards your peak. “Fuck, I’m so close,” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Better ask me before you go cumming. Your cum belongs to me,” he hissed, picking up his pace. You couldn’t think with all this stimulation, and you ended up ignoring him, chasing your pleasure.

“Don’t fucking ignore me,” he barked. The hand that was still on your thigh moved to pull your hair back, scaring you back. “You do as I tell you, slut.”

“Yessir,” you whined, your walls spasming, holding off your orgasm.

“Now ask.”

“Can I cum?” you whimpered, broken.

He shook his head, eyes disappointed in you. “We both know you can do better than that.”

“Please let me cum, sir, please. Fuck it feels so good I need to cum so bad. Please please fuck I’m begging you. Need to-”

“Cum for me,” he groaned and you did not need to be told twice, the dam already breaking. You moaned a series of profanities and thank you’s as your thighs shook. You could hardly register his hands leaving your body to pull down his own pants and underwear, baring his throbbing red cock to the world.

You barely caught a glimpse of it before it disappeared under your skirt and the tip rubbed up and down your sopping slit, covering himself with you. He didn’t hesitate for you, pushing himself inch by inch, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your warm cunt.

“Fuck, pet, your cunt was made to be fucked by me,” he groaned. “Should make you stay in my office all day to use however I please.”

You nodded along with him, wanton moans coming from your gaping mouth unable to come up with any words.

“Barely got into you and you’re already too dumb to talk. Come on, tell me how good you feel.”

“So g-good, oh fuck,” you moaned, your voice raising in pitch as his pace picked up while you were talking. He wanted to see how much you could break around him.

“Just good? Come on, pet, I think it’s more than good,” he groaned against the crown of your head, hanging himself over you. He was just trying to egg you on, loving the way you tried so hard to talk to him.

“Ssso fucking good, sir,” you whimpered, your thighs tightening when he brought his finger to continue its assault on your clit from before. His groans got more frequent and you understood that he was getting close by his thrusts turning sloppy.

“Think you can cum again for me, pet. Need to feel you cum around my cock,” he moaned, almost ready to spend himself.

You nodded under his chin and your arms flayled around him, not knowing where to hold on to. “Fuck, sir, i’m gon-nna cum again. Please, let me cum. Plea- oh fuck-ssse I’m so close.”

“Go ahead, let me feel it, pet. Let me feel how good you feel,” he growled, a burst of energy making him piston in and out of you faster than before. You tightened around him and in a fit of moaning you came for a second time, now on his cock.

He brought both hands to your hips and with a few more harsh thrusts he was cumming. His grip on you is bruising, definitely leaving marks for days to come. He held you down, skin flushed to skin as his cum painted white against your walls.

As if once possessed by the incident, he backed away from you, his softening cock leaving you making you hiss at the sudden emptiness. Quickly, he tugged his pants back up his thighs, tucking himself back into them and fastening them around his waist.

“You should probably leave,” he muttered, not bothering to look at you, instead turning towards his office and shutting the door behind him.

You nodded, willing the tears in your eyes away as you redressed. You gathered your stuff together and you felt disappointed in yourself. You don’t know why you gave into his antics so easily, you really shouldn’t have, he’s your boss and now has cause to fire you.

You slumped into the elevator and your shoulder began to shake uncontrollably. That was some of the harshest sex in your life and although you did enjoy yourself, you felt empty being forced away so harshly. You weren’t sure what else you were expecting. Obviously you didn’t think he’d kiss and hug you afterwards but some assurance would be nice. Instead you're forced to care of yourself.

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